Sometimes I just want to turn it off and walk away from this apparently disarranged swamp of emotional exhaustion. It seems like destiny's call to guide me outof this wreckage of my twisted mind that at times has had me crawling up a wall, or beating on that same wall. Cognition disarranged from its place inside my brain. Its not innate, a solid mind just in an irartional place. But sometimes the answers aren't that easy to obtain, even if they dangle in your face. Sometimes perseverance cures the symptoms. I don't want to turn it off, not quite yet, lest I make a mistake... and there's usually not a whole lot to endure.